| Dawn
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| An ancient evil awakens
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| The galaxy’s here for the takin'
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| We need more than police and a spaceship
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| To cease the Prometheans claimin' it (Yeah)
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| These evil assailants
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| Are leavin' the deepest abrasions
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| Without delimitations
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| Now Master Chief has been catching Z’s
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| Since he last was seen on these screens
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| Now he’s back and eager
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| To blast a piece
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| At the catastrophe that he sees
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| We
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| Thought the Forerunners had all done a runner
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| But the Covenant are currently ballin' like none other
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| Bummer
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| But somethin' doesn’t add up there’s another species and
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| They’re bringin' beastly guns
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| The scattershot’ll splat a lot of meaty chunks
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| So you better be backing off from the Prometheans, son
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| Far more than a Martian war
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| This calls for the Spartan-IV
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| No other corps is coming half as raw
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| Or packing such a frackin' massive arsenal
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| Cortana calls, who’s she askin' for?
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| It’s the MC MC styles galore
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| In a time of war
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| I’m the one-man remedy and I am called John-117
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| Back bigger than ever quicker and cleverer
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| Getting rid of the mess as if I’m an enema
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| I am bigger than Machinima
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| Or an IMAX image in a cinema
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| Though my enemies take no prisoners
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| I still escape fate like a space John Dillinger
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| Look, you prat these are just the facts
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| Me, I’m risin' skyward, thruster pack
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| And I’m rhymin; |
| tight never cut you slack
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| Your head’s just another nut to crack
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| And when it comes to nuts
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| I stuffed a sack with cojones galore
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| Enough to catch me a trophy of war, Custer’s hat, so if you need a battle rap
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| This is just the track
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| Brap
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| Lyrically killin' the audience
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| As if I’m bringin' an Infinity ordnance
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| Then I rewind the track, respawn the chumps just to remind the fact Chief’s
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| awesomeness
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| I brought dreadful news
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| You’re shot to bits
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| Dead, you lose
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| Lost, adrift
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| Reds and Blues not Bloods and Crips
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| So I hopped in my Warthog and crushed your whip
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| Pushed a clip into my rifle
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| Givin' you an eyeful of ammunition damagin' your vision man, I’m spiteful!
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| The rightful heir to the UNSC, I declare I’m too sexy!
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| When I say «Ho"you say «Yes, chief?»
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| I put the «I"in «chef"and I’m prepping up a recipe
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| Forget Reach, leave ODST
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| And go Forward unto Dawn you get me?
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| I should compose me a requiem theme
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| Nobody’d forget me then, we’ve
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| Re-entered the end of the rainbow, storm warning!
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| Tornado
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| So you better lay low because I say so
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| And wait for the payload, Halo!
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| Pay no dividends, take no prisoners
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| No matter how cray things go no giving up
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| I am bigger than Machinima
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| Or an IMAX image in a cinema
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| Though my enemies take no prisoners
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| I still escape fate like a space John Dillinger
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| If you’re an alien or a being upon Earth
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| I’ll battle you on any beat and leave you looking worse
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| If you’re rapping to Infinity
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| I’ll even push it further
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| (This first verse is a precursor) |